King Sized - Jessa Kane Page 0,13
touch is the perfect torture. Soft and inexperienced, but determined. “You will not serve the servant.”
She leans up and whispers against my neck, her grip flying up and down my throbbing staff. “I can do whatever I want with this,” she murmurs innocently. “It’s mine.”
I erupt.
My come spills into her palm, into my pants, some of it splashing onto the saddle. Relief like I’ve never known courses through my veins, nearly making me dizzy. And it’s not just the pressure in my balls that is lessened, it’s the packed feeling in my chest, because here come the words. Sentiments I try so hard to keep to myself, but in the throes, I have no control. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll lick that royal little pussy every second of the fucking day. I’ll make you come when you’re horny. When you command it. I will serve you any way you allow. I will…” I thrust my hips into her grip and release my final drops, the consuming tension finally deserting me. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” I rasp, dizzy, shocked at the fortune she’s granted me. “Thank you.”
She kisses me on the shoulder and the center of my back, removing her hand from my pants, wiping my spend on the corner of her shawl. Then she wraps her arms around me from behind, as far as they’ll go. “I can’t seem to stop touching you,” she whispers. “If it begins to vex you, do tell me so I can try to stop.”
“No chance of that, love,” I say gruffly, my heart rattling around in my ribcage. I bring one of her hands to my mouth, kissing the knuckles. “No chance of that.”
Tonight is a dream and it’s barely begun. But I’m already thinking about the torturous hell arriving in the form of two princes in the morning.
5
Britta
I’m not nervous until we reach the house.
The five voices, belonging to Rex’s sisters, ringing out from within that make my palms sweat. What if they don’t like me? What if I don’t meet their expectations?
I’ve never really had to worry about such a thing before. People liking me. It never really mattered, because either way, I was royalty. But tonight, with my hair loose and wind-tangled, I’m not the queen. I’m a guest at a party. And I will be judged on my character, my personality, not my title.
I very much want Rex’s sisters to like me.
Not only because I’m falling, rather stupidly, in love with their big brother.
But because they are women my own age. Or close. And I’ve never actually had any friends. Only instructors and acquaintances from other kingdoms who I only see once a year during feasts or political summits. Just like everything else, I only came by those associations because of my title. Am I even able to make friends? Do I even know how?
Rex dismounts the horse and we meet eyes for the first time since I…well, since I had my hand in his pants. There are fading red stains on his cheekbones and a wry smile playing around the edges of his mouth. He actually seems kind of bashful over what happened, and my masochistic heart trips all over itself.
Oh dear, I already am in love with this giant guard of mine, aren’t I?
I will serve you any way you allow.
Those words seem to ring between us, pulling us together like gravity. He plucks me off the horse like I weigh less than a feather, holding me to his mighty chest instead of depositing me on the ground. I wrap my arms around his neck and inhale his masculine musk. Sweat and grass and soap. I rub my cheek on his evening whiskers, enjoying the resounding rumble in his throat.
I’ve never had a bond like this with anyone, yet I know instinctively that it’s unique.
This man protects me. He is strong and fearsome and built for battle.
But he relishes being my servant in all ways.
Not just as his profession, but…in a sexual way.
Having all of this brutish strength at my disposal, harnessed by my much smaller hands, is a power I never knew I wanted. Or needed.
But I do.
I need Rexington Monroe.
And if I marry a prince, I don’t think there’s any way I can keep him. Not without disrespecting my marriage or Rex himself. Two things I would never dream of.
“I have an idea,” Rex says against my temple, voice gruff. “Why don’t we banish all worries until tomorrow, my queen?”
“I would like that very much,”